The next day.

The afternoon sun shone through the window, casting a lazy color on the floor.

Xia Ling didn't know how long she had been asleep, she just felt that the sky was bright and a little dazzling. Her long eyelashes trembled as she sleepily opened her eyes.

What she saw was a broad chest, with distinct muscle lines, strong and well-built, like two slices of toast with strawberry jam.

But that wasn't the point.

She had seen Gu Chi's chest muscles before.

The point was what she was holding in her hand.

She couldn't help but glance to the side.

Xia Ling: "......"

Her cheeks blushed slightly, and she turned her head away, pretending not to have seen anything.

At that moment, Gu Chi was playing a game on his phone, and his hands conveniently blocked Xia Ling, who was leaning against his chest. He felt the girl's head move, so he moved his phone aside. "Awake?"

Xia Ling didn't say anything, just gazing at the handsome man in front of her.

She was awake, but she didn't want to get up yet. Gu Chi's embrace was too warm, and she planned to stay in bed a little longer.

Seemingly guessing her thoughts, Gu Chi turned off the game, set his phone aside, and cupped the girl's face with both hands.

Girls who had just woken up always had a lazy and cute look, especially Xia Ling, who was beautiful with delicate features, fair and flawless skin, and rosy cheeks like a ripe apple. Her clear and bright eyes blinked at him, cute and sexy.

Cuteness came from the girl's demeanor.

Sexiness came from a flattened touch.

There is a saying that cuteness is not worth mentioning in the face of sexiness, and another saying that sexiness is not worth mentioning in the face of cuteness. But Gu Chi felt that neither of the above applied to Xia Ling.

Anyway, Xia Ling's constant calling of his name last night had blown him away. If he hadn't heard it with his own ears, Gu Chi would never have believed that this girl, who was so inexperienced and loved to play, would dare to give him such a powerful English name.

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Underestimating her.

The two of them looked at each other with their own thoughts.

Gu Chi was thinking about when Xia Ling had become so bold. Was it because of the game?

Yes, it was! Xia Ling praised herself in her heart.

In real life, she was obedient, but in the game, she was aggressive!

Releasing the courage she had accumulated for so long had brought her a lot of rewards, and Xia Ling was very satisfied with her performance.

And now she didn't seem so afraid.

Many things in life were like this. As long as you took the first step bravely, things would be much easier afterwards.

Her hand was still in his.

The reluctance to let go was inherited from Gu Chi.

In summary: she was really great last night!

Of course, Gu Chi was also great.

Recalling the scenes in the instance, Xia Ling's cheeks couldn't help but flush. She had lost miserably at the time, just like getting drunk, and had been completely defeated by Gu Chi. She couldn't remember many details.

But it didn't matter.

After the game ended, her body would return to its original state, and there would be plenty of opportunities in the future.

Speaking of which, she seemed to be one step ahead of Xia Leng...

Also, because the body would recover, sneaking a bite in the game didn't count as sneaking a bite. Xia Leng was so understanding and magnanimous. Even if she told Xia Leng about it, as a good sister, Xia Leng should be able to understand and not blame her, right?

Hehe.

As Xia Ling thought, she smiled.

Although she looked very good when she smiled, Gu Chi also liked to see her smile, but he knew this girl too well, and this smile was not right.

"Are you planning to cause trouble?" Gu Chi suspected.

"No, I just remembered the dream I had last night," Xia Ling said.

Gu Chi didn't believe it. "You can remember what happened in your dream?"

Under normal circumstances, 95% of dreams are completely forgotten upon waking up, let alone the specific content of the dream, many people don't even realize that they had a dream last night.

"But I do remember it very clearly," Xia Ling said. "Maybe because the dream was about something that happened in the past?"

Gu Chi: "What happened?"

"I dreamt that I was practicing driving alone to get my driver's license, and the car was a manual, so I had to shift gears..."

As she spoke, Xia Ling demonstrated to Gu Chi.

Gu Chi: "......"

Xia Ling: "What's wrong?"

Gu Chi: "I think you need to be disciplined."

Sensing Gu Chi's intention to take charge, Xia Ling didn't hesitate for a second. Although her body was still a bit sore, it didn't affect her movement. She picked up her nightgown and slipped into the bathroom, leaving Gu Chi with a playful remark, "Father, please instruct the royal chef to prepare a meal, Qing Shu is hungry."

"Isn't that perfect? I'll feed you," Gu Chi said to the bathroom.

Xia Ling: "???"

"No, no, no!"

"Give it a try."

Gu Chi picked up his slippers and patted the bed twice, pretending to walk.

Thinking that Gu Chi was serious, Xia Ling slammed the door shut with a "bang." "Father, please behave yourself!"

The sound of water was particularly clear due to the poor sound insulation of the bathroom.

Gu Chi said meaningfully, "I hope a certain girl will still be this brave after the game is over."

The steam from the hot water filled the bathroom, and Xia Ling heard this, her fair legs slightly together, a blush on her cheeks, but she didn't give up, "Then you don't have to worry about it, we'll talk about offline matters offline."

With Xia Leng around, she didn't believe that Gu Chi would dare to do anything to her.

The bathtub quickly filled with water, and Xia Ling hung up her nightgown, then sat in with her long legs, squeezing some shower gel onto her body.Her skin was as pure and flawless as milk, with elegant and graceful lines on her beautiful back, smooth and delicate arms, fair neck, and delicate collarbones... Xia Ling bathed comfortably with a soft, foamy bath ball.

Gu Chi picked up the landline and called the living room, instructing the maid to have the chef prepare a nutritious lunch.

To replenish Xia Ling's blood.

After lunch, it's time to prepare for the real work.

Life is not just life, it's also a game.

Yesterday, Gu Chi was supposed to start work at two in the afternoon, but today he planned to go half an hour later, at two-thirty.

The three predictions were perfectly fulfilled. As the only hardcore prophet in the Omuda District, Gu Chi felt that he was qualified to show off a bit.

And the rules need to be changed.

Love comes after payment.

If it were yesterday, the more than one hundred people would have definitely dispersed. They were just there to join in the fun and give face, but you were late, who would indulge you!

But today is different.

Today's morning paper had two headlines—

"Great relief! The serial killer Roderick, the culprit of the Hong Lantern District murder case, suddenly died in the detention center last night, turning into a pool of blood. The Iris Church claims this as the punishment of the gods, and Roderick has gone to hell!"

"Family drama! A wealthy woman eloped with her younger brother, and in the middle of the night at the Eaton Manor, her husband caught them in bed. They claimed it was a rehearsal for a play, preparing for their future debut. The husband, in return for past grievances, helped his former wife fulfill her wish and personally took pictures of the two, with the play tentatively titled 'Supporting the Younger Brother,' scheduled to premiere with passion on the 1st of next month!"

When these two pieces of news came out, many residents clapped their hands in delight.

"What a great show... no, a great death!"

"This scum should be filmed in high definition!"

"Too bad I didn't get to see it live."

"I did... I was right next door. Guys, I swear, this is definitely the most exciting scene I've ever seen in my life! Can you imagine it? The husband actually used his own shoes to push his brother's butt forward, his legs bent and straightened, just like riding a bike, full of a wonderful sense of rhythm!"

"You must have recorded it, right? You must have!"

"How is that possible, filming without permission is illegal, I won't do it, even if I did record it, I can't spread it..."

"Unless you give me 50 silver coins."

"???"

The city has been livelier than usual since this morning.

The Omuda District is the only city, and although it is not large in size, the people do not change. Most of the residents who have lived here for a long time are familiar with each other, and any news can quickly spread. After discussing the news, they talked about the new prophet who had arrived.

The person who recorded the video was one of the onlookers who had come to join in the fun yesterday.

He went to Eaton Manor last night because the service at Eaton Manor was good, and the girls were quite lively, allowing guests to take some small videos as souvenirs—this was his main purpose, and verifying the prophecy was just a side note, but he didn't expect to actually witness it.

And he was right next door.

He was holding a DV camera at the time.

It was just a matter of raising his hand, not sneaking a shot.

The other people who were there, of course, did not forget Gu Chi's prophecy.

Two out of three things had already come true, and the news of Gu Chi's reputation had skyrocketed.

By noon, many people had come early, wanting to see who this prophet really was and what kind of prophecy he would give today.

This group of people included many of those from yesterday, and the late-arriving farmers were recognized as soon as they entered the garden.

"Uncle, did you see your wife last night?" a young girl ran over and asked, her deer-like eyes full of curiosity.

She was dressed in a light yellow casual outfit, with her hair tied in a ponytail, wearing slim jeans and a pair of white sneakers, complementing her youthful, pretty face, giving off a feeling of youthful cuteness and lively sunshine.

The girl's question seemed to drag people back to last night's dream, and the farmer's eyes were slightly moist as he smiled and said, "I did... I saw her for a long time."

With that, all three predictions had come true.

The crowd erupted into a buzz of discussion.

"What did I say yesterday? Mr. Chase Lee must be a real prophet!"

"Stop talking nonsense, you clearly said the deceased was the big one."

"Sorry, I apologize for my doubts yesterday!"

"Today, no one should compete with me for a prophecy slot, I must know when my wife can get pregnant!"

It was already past two o'clock, and Gu Chi had not yet appeared.

But it didn't matter, they were willing to wait.

Don't ask, it's worth it!

Ordinary citizens don't think too much. For them, even if the prophet himself personally fulfills the prophecy, it is enough to be called a miracle, and the Iris Church has personally acknowledged this, so what is there to be tangled about?

But players are different.

The identity of the prophet is too important, and it must be verified multiple times.

The girl continued to ask the farmer, "Uncle, how did you see her?"

Thinking that you didn't die, did you?

If it were her, she would definitely give the farmer a ride.

The farmer sighed, "I had a dream last night, a dream of me and her walking hand in hand into the church."

It was an unforgettable scene for him, and the only time he wore a suit.

So it was a dream... the girl's eyes brightened slightly.

This morning, she had politely asked the eloping wealthy woman, who said that she had been drinking red wine and watching a movie at home yesterday, fell asleep while watching, woke up refreshed, remembered that she hadn't had fun in a long time, and went to Eaton Manor with her brother, only to be caught by her husband.

This proved that the wealthy woman wanted to go to Eaton Manor on her own, not under duress.Roderick didn't need to be mentioned; she had watched all night without seeing a soul. The magic-savvy forensic expert arrived at the scene and collected a bowl of blood for analysis, but to this day, Roderick's cause of death remained a mystery.

Compared to poisoning or self-detonation, in the faith-imbued city of Morning Embrace, the most credible explanation was that a deity had punished Roderick for his evil deeds.

The farmer's dream also shed some light on the matter.

Surely this prophet couldn't be capable of divine punishment, dream weaving, and manipulating hearts all at once?

If so, why bother being a prophet at all? He might as well be a deity himself.

After some very delicate logical reasoning, Youyouzi was now 90% convinced that Chase Lee was her key NPC. As for the remaining 10%, she would have to meet the prophet and exchange a few words to be sure—if he was a prophet, he should have foreseen her visit today, right?

At this moment, Youyouzi was eager to receive some hints to avoid unnecessary probing.

There should be more honesty between people.

Having poured her heart out to eight false prophets in one day, Youyouzi was tired of being deceived. She hoped this man was the one she was looking for, that he would quickly assign her a task, and if possible, help her find other players so she could finally be the sunny girl she longed to be.

"Please, please..."

Youyouzi clasped her hands together and whispered a prayer.

More and more people gathered on the lawn, with styles and fashions highly similar to the city itself.

A burly Great Han in a suit and leather shoes, a spirited young man with a skateboard, a refined gentleman with a monocle, a flamboyant lady with heavy makeup...

Yesterday, the crowd had only gathered at the entrance of the venue, and there were fewer people. Today, however, they almost surrounded the entire place, leaving only the carpet that had been laid out early in the morning.

The carpet was a noble purple, leading all the way to the villa's entrance—Gu Chi's exclusive passage.

At half-past two, the villa's gates opened on time.

Two maids stood by the door, heads bowed, one on each side.

The crowd buzzed with excitement.

"Here he comes!"

"Look, that's the prophet!"

"Wow, he's wearing a mask, so cool!"

"Wait, wasn't that the mask the prophet wore yesterday?"

"People change things up occasionally, it's normal."

Change things up?

Youyouzi couldn't help but look towards the villa.

She saw a man dressed in a fine black shirt with rose buttons, draped in a deep blue robe, walking elegantly down the carpet, stepping through the dappled sunlight cast by the leaves' shadows, under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

His dark, gothic attire made him appear like a shadow walking in daylight, exuding an air of mystery from head to toe.

At that moment, Youyouzi's heartbeat seemed to skip a half-beat.

Half because he was strikingly handsome, and the other half because she felt the prophet's summons.

She couldn't see Gu Chi's face, but she could see his mask.

The gray mask from yesterday, as enigmatic as fog, had turned into a profound dark purple. The lines were no longer in the shapes of the sun and moon but were pieced together in a jigsaw pattern like the city itself, forming scattered designs that seemed disorderly yet subtly composed a geometrically aesthetic character—

"幽"

Youyouzi: "!"

It was really him!

This man had not only predicted her arrival today but also her name!

Surprise and emotion surged in the girl's round, wide eyes.

On the third day of the game, she finally had a mission to do, no more being deceived, sob sob sob...